The Demon Wolf snarled and snapped inside of him. The giant brindled beast wanted out. He wanted to savage the motherfucker who’d put hands on Nica. The animal was dying to punish the assholes who participated in that cruel and savage beating she’d received, along with the cowards who stood by and let it happen.
Grrrr.
Of course, he couldn’t do that. Derrick would not allow it. His Alpha was already there. The true image of leadership, standing tall and strong, his power obvious to everyone there. But Thor was not concerned with Derrick or that piece of shit Crow at the moment.
He was busy battling the other as he traipsed across the semi-busy highway to the lot behind the gas station. Dark images of shadow spirits floated around him as he walked to meet with the Pine Murder and their cowardly leader. Their desperate pleas and gravelly whispered bargains pounded against his head.